Butterfly

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Butterfly

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Fleeting wish to capture and keep you

my beautiful butterfly

wild and free among the blossoms,

I dream to lure you away from a majestic life

into my eager hands

selfishly hiding you from others

to touch your wings

and smear your colors of desire

all over my soul-

H.O


“She is like a butterfly,

Beautiful to look at

But hard to catch.”

― Nikki Rowe

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Equal

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Equal

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Let’s exchange our passion

and compare flames burning deep within-

We can sooth our longing on each other’s skin

without any promises,

we can scorch each other without any ashes

left for sifting through.

And I know your flames burn hotter than mine

for I seen your glow far across the sky

so let’s swap our heat and become entwined

in a molten bed burning our desires

where you’ll come to find

our equal yearning

will be satisfied-

H.O

 


“Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.”

― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus

Water, Light and Air

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Water, Light and Air

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If you were water I would willingly drown

open eyes, inhaling liquefied

your scent in every drop once inside

would transform my desires

into dreams just for you-

If you were light I would stare until blindness

burn your image on my iris with the fires

glowing bright on your skin.

If you were air I would intensely inhale

gasping wants trapped in pockets

permeating with your essence

in my lungs, never exhale

every molecule of you kept inside-

But like water

you slip through with no presence

while I’m thirsty even more,

and you are light

shinning far your cherished beams

passing smiles and a brief hellos,

then you are air

quickly blowing past my dreams

while I hold every breath

when you pass unconcerned

and I yearned

for your water, light and air-

H.O


“Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings…but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

In Pursuit of a Muse

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In Pursuit of a Muse

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There is only so much I can draw from my pail

draining words that exist on my tongue

and emotions alive in my heart,

then, where muse shall I find you again?

If attempts to recapture may fail

in the passing illusions

and my fingers are numbed and stained

from the ink of another’s delusion

who like me only dreams

among words that remained-

Will I find you in the love of a stranger?

Tell me how to draw out all this passion

trapped inside, when it screams

to let out in the words

that my tongue won’t pronounce,

how will I recognize that is you

if I draw from my soul

and the pail becomes empty-

Will I ever regress and renounce

this desire for a muse that does burn?

Tell me again if in death I will learn

and my need will subside

or forever to bleed my desires

in the ink of a fool that must write

while condemned to the fires of hell-

H.O


“I am no writer. Her sparkling eyes made my fingers write words in the sand. Her radiant smile made my pen write words in the air. Her beautiful soul made my typewriter type poems for eternity. I am no writer.”

― Avijeet Das

To Burn

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To Burn

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Ah those crumbs you leave behind for me to feed

just leave me hungry for the whole loaf-

You have a way to tickle dreams my dearest girl

entice my mind and make me need

our coupling words to plant a seed

and maybe grow into something more-

And then I feel the lava flow across my chest

and on my tongue a crave to taste

what flavors hide between your lips,

to rush my wants with hungry haste

my hardness strong

I’ll spread apart your eager hips

to find the streams of lava flow

and burn myself down to the core-

H.O


“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

― Pablo Neruda

Briefly

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Briefly

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In those brief moments

my universe expands at the speed of light

your eyes become stars and your mouth planets

your face becomes the sun

that attracts and ignite my wandering desires,

and I’m hopelessly lost.

H.O


“Love must not entreat,’ she added, ‘or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract.”

― Hermann Hesse

Mundane

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Mundane

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I felt mundane my hands lacking the silkiness

of clouds deserved by your body,

earth crusted nails selfishly adorning the stroke

of fingers across your chest, it was a sin

to engulf your flesh so pure and soft

with time rugged lips that spoke

of love, like language was a way

to capture your lust forever mine,

to make those nerves along your spine

with inebriated spasms to remember

how once my hands and lips

engraved a moment on your skin-

H.O


“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”

― Pablo Neruda